The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart